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... Weeping . Death of the Princess Charlotte Immortality " On this Day I complete my Thirty - sixth Year " Life 68 69 • 723 71 72 73 Greece The Same II . DESCRIPTIVE AND NARRATIVE . The Same The Same Hellespont . Troy The Drachenfels ...
... Weeping . Death of the Princess Charlotte Immortality " On this Day I complete my Thirty - sixth Year " Life 68 69 • 723 71 72 73 Greece The Same II . DESCRIPTIVE AND NARRATIVE . The Same The Same Hellespont . Troy The Drachenfels ...
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... weep , and haply weep in vain . And dost thou ask , what secret woe I bear , corroding joy and youth ? And wilt thou vainly seek to know A pang ev'n thou must fail to soothe ? It is not love , it is not hate , Nor low Ambition's honours ...
... weep , and haply weep in vain . And dost thou ask , what secret woe I bear , corroding joy and youth ? And wilt thou vainly seek to know A pang ev'n thou must fail to soothe ? It is not love , it is not hate , Nor low Ambition's honours ...
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... weeps with none . It was not thus in days more dear , It never would have been , but thou Hast fled , and left me lonely here ; Thou'rt nothing , -all are nothing now . In vain my lyre would lightly breathe ! The smile that sorrow fain ...
... weeps with none . It was not thus in days more dear , It never would have been , but thou Hast fled , and left me lonely here ; Thou'rt nothing , -all are nothing now . In vain my lyre would lightly breathe ! The smile that sorrow fain ...
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... No band of friends or heirs be there , To weep , or wish , the coming blow : No maiden , with dishevell'd hair , To feel , or feign , decorous woe . 66 But silent let me sink to earth , With 18 POETRY OF BYRON . Euthanasia •
... No band of friends or heirs be there , To weep , or wish , the coming blow : No maiden , with dishevell'd hair , To feel , or feign , decorous woe . 66 But silent let me sink to earth , With 18 POETRY OF BYRON . Euthanasia •
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... weep ; Nor need I to repine That all those charms have pass'd away , I might have watch'd through long decay . The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd Must fall the earliest prey ; Though by no hand untimely snatch'd , The leaves must ...
... weep ; Nor need I to repine That all those charms have pass'd away , I might have watch'd through long decay . The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd Must fall the earliest prey ; Though by no hand untimely snatch'd , The leaves must ...
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Page 59 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Page 50 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page xxviii - Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize ; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
Page 98 - Fill'd with the face of heaven, which, from afar Comes down upon the waters, all its hues, From the rich sunset to the rising star, Their magical variety diffuse ; And now they change ; a paler shadow strews Its mantle o'er the mountains; parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till — 'tis gone — and all is gray.
Page 60 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Page 88 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction ; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That 1 with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Page 44 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee ; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
Page xxiv - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
Page 32 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! ADA ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart, Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Page 98 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night — Sunset divides the sky with her — a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains : Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, Where the Day joins the past Eternity ; While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Tloats through the azure air — an island of the blest ! XXVIII.